Eenope

Big Mac’s heavy hooves trod lightly on the rich soil of Sweet Apple Acres as he trotted away from the house he shared with his ever growing family, into the darkness of the night and his beloved apple orchard. He looked up at the twinkling stars through the branches of the trees, fantasizing about the universe beyond Equestria. Although he lived in a land of strange and magical creatures, Mac had always dreamed of more, whether immersed in the fantasy world of Ogres & Oubliettes, or during his quiet walks beneath the night sky.

The naturally solitary earth pony knew that his time was running out for such indulgences. Once Sugar Belle’s foal was born, he’d be too busy with fatherly responsibilities to have much time for himself. One more time round the orchard, he thought to himself. Soon enough I’ll be takin’ mah lil’ one out ta look at these stars.

Suddenly a light shone down on Mac from the sky, brighter than the stars or even the moon. The stallion shielded his eyes with a hoof and looked up to see a large, disc shaped zeppelin hovering above him. Without making a sound the enormous machine sent some sort of force towards him that rapidly lifted him up and off the ground.

“Discord, if this is one o’ yer pranks, it ain’t funny.” Big Mac tumbled head over hooves as the strange force pulled him through the the apple trees and into the air. He grasped frantically for a branch that momentarily snapped off in his mouth. In moments the orchard was far below him, and nothing at all could stop his ascent.

“Discord! I said stop!” But the prank — if prank it was — was not of the devising of Big Mac’s reality bending friend, and his cries were unheeded.

“Applejack! Rainbow Dash! Help!” His family, his farm, even Equestria itself shrank and diminished into nothingness as Big Mac was carried away into the sky. In seconds, everything he cared about had vanished below him, replaced by a frightening unknown above.

The strange zeppelin opened a door in its undercarriage and Big Mac was swiftly pulled inside. The once stoic stallion called again for help, but he was so far off the ground that nopony could hear his screams, and his cries soon became desperate denials that something so horrid could happen to him.

“Eenope!”

“Eenope!”

“EeNOPE!”

The mysterious tugging force brought Big Mac through a metal hallway and dropped him into a brightly lit room that reminded him of Twilight Sparkle’s old laboratory in Ponyville. The room was full of strange machines that whirred, whistled, flashed and beeped. Big Mac sat quietly in the centre of the floor, trying not to touch anything. One false move and he was certain he’d send the whole airship crashing to the ground.

A door opened with a hiss, and two tall female bipeds strode in and stood before him, silently inspecting him. Big Mac found himself taken aback by their strange, statuesque beauty. Standing on those long, shapely legs, each of these amazons was nearly as tall as Princess Celestia!

One of the females boasted dark, furless skin and a curly mane like Sugar Belle’s. The other was lighter in tone and had a blonde mane that reminded Big Mac of his sister Applejack. Their barrels and flanks were covered by obscene amounts of brightly coloured clothing, seemingly made of enough fabric to outfit the entire Grand Galloping Gala. They were so bundled up in those dresses, you couldn’t even see their cutie marks!

As Big Mac’s eyes shifted in fear, the darker of the two creatures gently reached out and touched the earth pony’s quivering shoulder. “All this technology... it must be so frightening. Such a change from your primitive home planet.”

“Y-yes, ma’am, that’s one way ta put it.” Big Mac tried to speak politely even as he shied away from the creature’s touch.

“There’s no need to worry. My name’s Kyrie, and this is Cherry. We’re humans — intelligent beings like you from another universe. We travel in this ship from one universe to another, seeking friendship with all creatures.”

“Humans...” Big Mac wondered. He’d heard the rumours, of course, but... to see real humans!

The two humans sat down in front of Big Mac in glowing chairs that rose up out of the floor. “We just need to ask you a few questions before we get started,” Cherry assured him.

“Questions?” Big Mac shuddered. He’d never done well in school, and in conversations he was known to be a stallion of few words. “Princess Twilight’s the one ta ask, I reckon. She could talk yer ear off, telling ya all bout Equestria.”

“But we don’t need to hear about Equestria, we need to hear about you.” Cherry crossed her legs, shifting her dress to show Big Mac a glimpse of lacy lingerie covering a mysterious mound. Mac felt himself begin to sweat profusely. What newfangled fad was this — of clothes beneath other clothes? Even Rarity would stop short of such excess! Why was the sight of that unexpected lace reaching into his very mind, twisting his thoughts, making him find these strange creatures impossibly attractive?

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Kyrie asked him. “You can answer that one, I bet.”

“Eeyup, the name’s Macintosh Apple, Big Mac for short.”

“Macintosh. That’s a beautiful name.” Big Mac had to smile at the compliment. His own name did sound beautiful, coming out of Cherry’s cherry red lips.

“Thank ya kindly. I know a few Cherries mahself — relatives o’ yers?”

The human smiled. “I doubt it. Big Mac, can you confirm that you can talk, or otherwise communicate with language?” Big Mac wasn’t sure why somepony would ask him that in the midst of a conversation, so he just nodded and said “Eeyup.”

“Look into the camera when you answer,” Kyrie told him. “Are you of human intelligence or greater?”

Big Mac looked about until he saw a machine with a large lens pointed at him. “Nopony never called me intelligent, exactly,” he stated saltily, “but I know enough not ta go round capturin’ folks in some big zeppelin.”

Cherry frowned. “We’ll count that as another ‘Eeyup.’ Our final question: are you of sexual maturity for your species?”

“I ain’t so sure I like how personal these questions are gettin’...”

“Eeyup or eenope, please.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac admitted. It was hard to say anything else with the smell of female pheromones running wild through his nostrils, his sheath twitching and his balls knocking against each other. Denying his virility on camera would be a downright lie, and he’d never hear the end of it from Applejack.

“All right, Macintosh.” Kyrie smiled cheerfully, “Now that we have a record of you passing the Harkness Test, let me say how thrilled Cherry and I are to meet you. We’re the founders and primary content creators of Multiverse Studios, producers of quality adult films for the sophisticated degenerate.”

Big Mac scratched his head. “Films? Ya mean them movin’ pictures they show at the music hall in between the singin’?”

“Yes, but I’m sure our moving pictures are a little more risqué than the ones you’ve seen at the music hall.”

Big Mac snorted. “Maybe I’m primitive, but I ain’t naive. I been ta the back room where they show the spicy pictures. I seen ‘Their Hooves Touched,’ an’ ‘Kissed On The First Date,’ even ‘Their Hooves Touched 2: They’re Both Mares!’ Eeyup, I reckon I done seen it all.”

“Well, well, Macintosh Apple.” Kyrie ran her hand sensually up one of her long legs. “It seems the upstanding stallion has a few dirty secrets. I’m sure a patron of the erotic arts will understand why we’re so eager for you to star in our next picture.”

“M-me? In pictures? Why me?”

“Oh, we found you conveniently on your own in the middle of nowhere, no one knows you’re gone... and you’re a delicious little morsel with a rock solid body. A girl of any species can appreciate what you’ve got.”

The two humans stood from their chairs and began slowly walking around Big Mac as they spoke. Their scents were arousing, the sway of their hips irresistible. He wanted to kiss them... he wanted to hold hooves with them! Eenope! He had to be strong! He had to stay faithful to Sugar Belle, his love, his shmoopy do!

“Millions of females, Big Mac,” Kyrie teased, “all over the multiverse, wishing they could see you in action. They crave you so badly and they don’t even know you exist. All you have to do is agree to give your fans a taste of what they’re missing, and we’ll show you the time of your life.”

“I really need ta get home,” Big Mac protested. “Ain’t got time ta go prancin’ all round no multiverse.”

“Never fear,” Cherry assured the stallion. “We’ll set you back on your home planet, right where we picked you up. As far as anyone knows, you simply took a long walk in that orchard of yours. But first, we’d love to have some fun with you on camera.”

“What kind o’ fun?” Mac asked eagerly. “Y’all got a music hall act or somethin’?”

“Can he really be this dense?” Cherry asked Kyrie.

Kyrie put a finger under Big Mac’s chin and tilted his muzzle upward, forcing their eyes to meet. “More like a rodeo act.”

“We want you to fuck us, Macintosh Apple.”

“Wreck our tight holes with your huge Equestrian cock.”

“Train us to crave your delicious cum.”

Big Mac squirmed and covered his cock with his hooves as it unsheathed at this dirty talk, but in moments both hooves were no longer enough. His turgid shaft poked out right between his front legs, dripping beads of precum onto the mirrored floor of the zeppelin. “Y-you girls shouldn’t be talkin’ like that,” he cautioned. “Stallions might get the impression that yer, well, free with yer affections.”

Cherry put her hand on Kyrie’s shoulder in a way that made Big Mac feel funny, just like he’d felt as he’d watched “Their Hooves Touched 2.” “Well, isn’t he a gentleman?” Cherry marvelled.

“Please, understand, Big Mac,” Kyrie pleaded, “guys like you are why we got into this business! We bang aliens every day, but you are the cutest, sweetest, most desirable studmuffin we’ve seen in years.”

“Stud... muffin?” The thought of muffins made Big Mac think once again of his baker wife, and he drew a deep breath. “Eenope. Sorry, ladies, I hate ta let ya down, but I’m married ta a fine mare an’ I ain’t no cheater.”

“You have nothing to fear, Macintosh,” Cherry asserted. “We never distribute our products to primitive planets like yours. Your adventure will stay our little secret, and you’ll be paid 5,000 of your Equestrian bits for your trouble.”

“Oh!” Big Mac sat up straight. “Why didn’t ya say ya were payin’? That’s different!” He finally felt like the humans were speaking his language.

The gentle giant had become used to relinquishing his reproductive autonomy for cash. It had all started a few years ago, when he and Cheerilee were dating. Mayor Mare had offered Big Mac 1,000 bits for an old fashioned stud service, with a hefty bonus for delivering the sperm “personally.” He’d talked it over with Cheerilee, she’d quietly left Ponyville for a night, and he’d put the money towards repairs on the farm.

Mac had hoped that would be the end of it, but the mayor’s foal proved to be the healthiest little colt you ever did see, and she took him to public appearances everywhere. The adorable tyke acted as the perfect advertisement for Big Mac’s “services,” and word quickly got around that the earth pony farmer’s genes were the best that bits could buy.

Before long, Mac was “donating” sperm once or twice a week, sometimes into a cup, but more often directly into a wet, orgasmic mare. The money was good, and unlike his ex, Sugar Belle didn’t need to leave town when he had a studding appointment — heck, she wanted to watch!

To make matters worse, as Sugar’s own belly grew, Big Mac’s sister-in-law had become interested and started flirting with him most awkwardly. It didn’t seem too long before Applejack would call on her brother to do his duty with Rainbow Dash, siring a pegasus who would be not only his child but also his nephew or niece.

Nopony had ever asked Big Mac if this was the life he wanted, but he couldn’t put his hoof on what made him uneasy about the arrangement. Everypony was having fun, mares who wanted foals were getting them, and the money definitely came in handy. On top of that, Big Mac had to admit he got a thrill out of being watched and used: as a sperm donor, a lover on a lonely night, a fantasy fulfilled or just a masturbation aid. Each and every proof of his potency and desirability just made him happier about his decision to marry Sugar Belle. If he could have any mare he wanted, it could only mean that he’d chosen her out of true love.

“A-all right,” Big Mac stuttered. The two humans looked at each other and smiled. “I’ll be in yer dirty picture fer 5,000 bits. But I want a copy o’ the film reel, just ta keep fer mahself. Otherwise I’m like ta think this was just a weird dream, like the time I banged Princess Luna.”

“How wonderful, Mr. Apple.” In unison, Cherry and Kyrie slipped their lacy panties down their long legs and tossed the flimsy garments towards him. “We’ll head to the wardrobe department right away to get ready for you. Just to confirm your consent, can we hear a big, hearty ‘Eeyup’ for the camera?”

The two humans bent over in front of Big Mac and lifted their dresses, flashing him their shapely plots and the wet lips of their glistening marehoods. As a fragrant set of panties dangled from his muzzle, Mac gulped and pushed down all his misgivings. The prospect of being used for the pleasure of these two aliens, and fulfilling the fantasies of millions more throughout the vast multiverse, gave him a thrill unlike any other. If he turned down this opportunity, he’d never forgive himself.

“EeYUP!”